“Well ya—that's the whole point ain't it”? He replied “I guess so” and went on with “So do you always check out your funk after you rid...”? I gave a slight chuckle and replied “I get off, actually, on my on funk”. “No shit ? So like when ur whackin off you huff your pits”? “Hell ya dude---I guess it's the animal in me. My own stink bones me up—or even someone else” ending that statement with a smile, and grabbing my swelled up dick and giving it a hard squeez. I figured with the. "Oh yes," she looked up at me, her face a picture of innocence."As many hard cocks as you can throw a stick at," I said."But I don't want to throw any sticks," she giggled. "Can I please?"I don't have any hold over her and it was nice when she asked my permission to be naughty."Please just a couple of the younger ones," she said."Ok, but be careful," I said.She got up and brushed herself down and wandered off towards the pavilion. I watched her go and in truth the view of her back was just as. And more of all the feel. Cocks being shoved into my hands, my mouth and my pussy, cocks stiffening and growing as I worked my magic, cocks twitching and getting ready to blow as I decided they had had long enough. Cocks pounding my pussy for all they were worth until they exploded burying there load deep inside me, dithering and being pulled out only to be replaced seconds later with a delicious squelch, full of cum and energy again.By now my front was completely covered. My face had born. From the very beginning, it had set precedents that would affect all robots to come.Now Lady Heather hadn't set out to create this much of a stir. She initially wanted nothing more than a place where she could continue to feel useful once Stephen was gone. Like Stephen himself, she liked the company of, and saw the potential in, robots. She also sought out a safe place for her own innate — and for a long time uncharacteristic — need for continued intimacy.While Heather had been one of the.